I have often seen those globes behind the glasses.
Those black globules have often gone wide open when I tell them a tale. And often crinkled in happiness when I say a joke. And often gone wet when I was in pain. Often hid from me when I was working late at night only to shot open again and feel drunk.
Those eyes behind the glasses.
They tell me your soul and betray your tongue when you lie. And they say that they love me and I know they know that I do too.
Mesmerizing globules of black.
Your eyes hypnotize.